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Your words…

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Your words —
They caress mind,
Stimulate my soul,
Awaken my senses.

I find you lurking
In all my thoughts
Seeping into my subconscious
Captivating my every waking moment.

My many broken pieces,
They do not scare you.
Instead, you draw closer
Wrapping me in the blanket of your love.

In your caring soul,  I find safety.
In your sweet smile,  I find hope.
In your alluring voice,  I find wisdom.
In your blue eyes,  I see myself anew.

My days of late, feel Enchanted,
As though inside a fairytale,
With mystical unicorns,
And Knights on white horses.

Can I be your damsel in distress?
Can I fall helplessly into your arms?
Will you rescue me from all my pain?
Will you love me, all of me, scars and all?

Meeting you has been a nice surprise.
I’m honored to be your friend, your ear,
And utterly delighted to be your muse.
Who knows what tomorrow holds?

But until then I’ll simply sit here
Completely intoxicated
And hopelessly mesmerized
By your words…


Contents written: April 9 2016 | Originally published:  April 9 2016   |   Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Short Stories

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We met at the glove aisle.
Well, it wasn’t an entire aisle, just a rack against a wall in a strategic location – – an after thought of sorts.

The rack was picked clean, and only the not so attractive items remained – – slim pickings on this frigid winter day.

You needed a scarf and gloves while I just needed gloves as my last pair were kidnapped by my eldest over the weekend. As I made my way through the fugly selection of women’s driving gloves and few faux leather men’s gloves, you approached and became visibly discouraged by the remnants. You were immediately drawn to the gloves in my hand since they were thick and super comfortable so I’m pointed them out on the rack but noted they were for women. You didn’t believe me as they seemed so masculine. I agreed and encouraged you to get them instead.

There’s no way I’d be able to wear these without getting a few strange looks!

You agreed, but not without grabbing a pair and proceeding to search for the section with scarves.

Of course, the good stuff was gone and we both busted out laughing when you held up a fuzzy puppy dog scarf appropriate for a 5 year old but certainly not a grown up. You said,

Now that’s a bit too much. Think I’ll pass!

I agreed and you put it back and headed off in search of something more suitable as we bade each other farewell and Happy New Year.

What a laugh that was!

I had been busy and rushing all day with not much time to rest or have a proper lunch. And there I was with only 10 minutes to spare to find a pair of gloves to fight off this New Year deep freeze before plunging neck deep into my rush hour commute.

That moment of laughter turned my mood around and gave me a smile to last the whole sardine-packed, train ride home. I needed that laugh and it came just in time!

I’ve shared this little anecdote to remind us to:

Brighten someone’s day!
Share a smile
Or better yet
Share a laugh.
You never know
When your kind gesture
Would make all the difference.
Share the love…

Hugs,
A.


Contents written: Jan 5 2016 | Copyright 2016 Moylom Enterprises


 

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12 things your grandparents said…

When my body is still
And my mind is allowed to drift aimlessly,
I remember the good old days
When dad told stories
Which began with the phrase,
“I remember when… ”

Say hello to Sue Vincent. She is one of our loyal followers and her post below sent me down memory lane as she compiled quite an entertaining list of the things our grandparents said that seemed ridiculous then but are so true now that we’re older. Hop on over and show your love. Enjoy! 🌷

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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

From the archives – December 2014:

old age by CecigianWhen you are very young, forty seems ancient and grandparents are, of course, so old they are practically another species. Like dinosaurs…almost- but-not-quite extinct and very much at home in museums. Their homes bear the traces of a ‘bygone era’…you know, a whole twenty years ago… and it is impossible to imagine yourself walking in their shoes. Not that you would be seen dead in them…

I clearly remember my own feeling of awe when my mother reached the venerable age of thirty. I was already pretty much grown up… in my own eyes at least… and could barely conceive of a time when I would be that old. These days, of course, thirty is a spring chicken and even my grandparents would have been younger then than I am now. I remember too some years later when my great grandmother, well into…

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To Progress (aka Combining Different Pieces Of Knowledge To Create Something New)

How do you convert knowledge into progress?

Samantha, one of our loyal followers, does an awesome job at explaining this concept. I love the way she thinks. Check out her post below and see if this concept makes sense to you. Enjoy! 🌷

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Heart to Follow

[Verb; ~ Pronunciation: /to/ /proh-gres/]

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– Frederick Douglass –

(Yes, that is a panda apron. My mum made it for me :3)

Knowledge is one thing, but if you never put what you learned to practice, it is just that: knowledge. And it will whither eventually.

If you want to keep progressing in life you need to put whatever you learned to the test, and mix bits and pieces of different aspects of your wisdom together to come up with something new.

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Cooling Off (Haiku, 3 Parts)

Sweet innocence of youth…
Oh how the time goes by so quickly,
Just like summer does,
As it meanders into fall.
~Moylom Enterprises~

Say hello to Tre, one of our loyal followers. Her poem below captures a bit of innocence of childhood Sumner days we can all relate to.

Her poem brought a smile to my face as it evoked happy childhood memories. Very rarely does my mind go to these happy times as many other dark memories crowd them out. So I am very grateful to Tre for these few moments to savor a bit of my youth. Have a read and see if her poem also does the same for you. Enjoy! 🌷

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